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none of the McCormicks knew which insect had made the crying sounds
odd since usually every McCormick is an expert about thirty-nine things
I know because my mother and her sixty-two sisters are all McCormicks
Some of the McCormicks do not bother to marry, cannot find ample fodder.
Is this ample enough? Cousin Lewt asked, dragging a McCormick home.
Isn’t he your cousin? Asked sixteen McCormicks. I sat quietly for once.
Wanting to see another beat down or put down at a McCormick reunion.
Daddy, who was a Stone gave me a wink; he was feeling smug too.
The Stone reunion is famous for brawls, fights, and police reports.
PS spoiler alert, the crying sounds were noises from a long-horned beetle.
Played on the accordion located between her front and back legs.
Even I with my magnificent imagination, cannot make this crap up.
The Rising
I saw a man from yesterday,
I recognized his smile.
Where he's been I'm not too sure
he's been gone quite awhile.
His hair is turning silver
and there's lines etched in his face.
Memories of dreams he dreamed
but somethings out of place.
The fires of a younger man
have become now just an ember.
He's not the same as yesterday,
at least not how I remember.
The barroom brawls and late night calls
a thing now of his past.
He smiles kindly and he says
“some things aren't meant to last.”
He takes the time to quote a rhyme
and stops to help a child.
Scars etched in his heart and soul
from nights when he ran wild.
Recalling days remembered ways
when things weren't what they seemed.
How foolish were some days gone by
and childish dreams he dreamed.
Things now it seems they come his way
that used to cause him sorrow.
He just smiles and shakes his head
and says “We'll try again tomorrow.”
I asked of him “Where have you been?”
I say “You're looking well.”
He said “Thank you friend, I'm back again
I've just returned from hell.”
Edwin C Hofert
When life in the city becomes too much to bear
When I am overwhelmed by a sense
of hopelessness and unrelenting stress—
The cacophony of city streets,
A mish mash of jarring sounds
cars whizzing by, horns blaring,
Ambulance wails in a distance
Buses moan and screech
Clickety-Clack of the overhead
“L” trains rumbling by
The din, the clamor, the ruckus,
the racket, rattle and roar
The street musicians
Dogs barking furiously down the lane
The chatter at the roadside vendors,
Oh, the babel of voices, the drunken brawls,
I retreat into the arms of nature.
Away from this chaotic world,
Alone, just by myself,
in the serene solitude of seclusion,
Wrapped up in a swath of silence
in this solemn dusk
I am at peace with myself
Among towering trees and splendorous falls
With its gushing streams and magnificent mountains,
The verdant fields and emerald green valleys
with rivers meandering down through
rolling hills and lush plains…
Soothe my insatiable craving for quietude.
I’m racing round the NASCAR scene,
With bugs and grit upon my gleam.
The rubber flies, the dust goes wild,
Screen’s smeared, rip it off, I cried.
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil,
to Crystal Clear, Please!
Got no time to wipe, stop or weep,
My tear-offs are stacked ten deep!
Snatch and rip my world to clear,
Let's end the pit-stop clutch gear.
I weaved through fumes and bumper brawls,
Blasted like bullets off the walls.
My screen is chipped by flying rocks.
Ripp'n the socks off track-worn crocks.
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil
to Crystal Clear, Please!
I'd love to see my tear-off fly.
My flimsy film sent screaming high.
Maybe I'll see Vegas, before I die.
Take me to where I'd rather lie.
I’d trade this helmet, car, and game,
For brighter lights and louder fame.
Ditch the garlands, trade the shows,
If this screaming screen just goes!
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil
to Crystal Clear, Please!
On the west coast of Africa
Stands there, the realm of liberty, Sierra Leone
She hosts men of but no clone
Many of her descendants are erudite
These men of controversies
Who seem to read only their self-verses
With their longing for power
Causing peaceful chaos in this blessed land.
The countrypeople are lopsided:
Some breed violence
Because they have always swept off peace;
Some chase equanimity away
Because they have dug and buried love
Minds of countermove
All these encumber development
And yet we profess nation building
Which is not so.
Albeit the strifes and brawls
If we be transformed in positive measure
We can still swim in the pool of country pleasure
Endowed in the fountain of peace
We should watch not ourselves of brag
But overshadowed by the whitish color of our flag
Our anthem of uniqueness.
O how bright it is to unite, to come together!
If we do this
With the anchor of ‘Together we rise’
By the weapon of oneness
Like those builders of Babel’s tower
We shall surely progress in building our nation in an hour
And in a unified coexistence.
Hank had cowboyed and rodeoed fer nigh on forty years,
Ridin' in sleet, rain and snow a-herdin' cantankerous steers.
His hide was tough as leather and his legs was slightly bowed,
But brandin' dogies and fixin' fences was all he ever knowed!
His gut was made of iron from a diet of taters, beans and bacon.
Many times he was throwed from his hoss but his will remained unshaken.
He'd been bit by rattlesnakes and scarred from many barroom brawls,
And kicked by many a skittish bronc while muckin' out their stalls!
When tryin' to halt stampedes, Hank was often gravely gored,
And was hoarse from yellin' and cussin' at that riotous horde.
When shoein' hosses they often left an imprint on his chest,
Where flyin' hoofs landed leavin' him angry and depressed!
He didn't git rich and couldn't hoard money fer a rainy day;
Not much chance of accumulatin' such on a cowpokes meager pay.
His bed was usually 'neath the stars with his saddle fer a pillow,
Sharin' space with his old dog Spike and an occasional armadillo!
One day he up and told the boss, "I've had my fill of a cowboy's life.
I'm a-quittin' as of now. My old bones is weary from all this strife.
I'm saddle sore and tired of bunkhouse livin' and all yer stingin' slurs.
You kin take this job and shove it 'cause I'm a-hangin' up my spurs!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds
Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need
Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance
Dereliction of the conscious is an annoyance
As the darkness envelops callusing hearts and eyes
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Anchoring in the abyss, the soul harbors the lies
Encompass, the globe has needless suffering affairs
Ego-centrist administer by promoting fears
There are continental fractures and accretive walls
And the preservation for evil: disputes and brawls
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Turmoil weeping floods befalling for their lost loved dears
Infinitude canyon murals eroded though tears
Cradling the bodies of sands before they disappear
Elixir to cure this palindormia fever?
Palimpsest bitterness with seeds of pure forgiveness
Family; fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Foreverness, us, the sun’s arc, are rare tones and colors
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
You build your walls
Let me build halls
From mansion White
Down to the stalls
Where poor souls dwell
One step from hell
Who're tossed about
From trough to swell
You build your walls
Let me build halls
Where echoes dance
as freedom's calls
Where blessings flow
for ALL to know
That what we preach
our actions show
You build your walls
Let me build halls
Where hearts embrace
Without the brawls
Where all can feel
how love can heal
And what is shared
is warmth, a meal
You build your wall
It's sure to fall
Then we can meet
In Love's Grand Hall
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Cat style slow blink,
relaxed into infatuated reflexes;
‘Lick between the lines…’
a message conveyed;
The purr is burning the air
dripping between each crevice;
Prowling into foreplay
cat style is all knowing;
With a slow blink cat style
hunger thickens a dry throat;
Hissing into the harshest moan
this fight is full of unbridled passion;
Sand paper is so coarse yet tender;
Exfoliating strokes give birth
to a new bond overflowing with peace;
Cat style is an all knowing purr;
Rumbling louder we grow closer
to the most intimate of brawls;
Tasting, biting and clawing the walls;
Taking in side to side
reading those lips;
‘Lick and fill up my empty space..’
Dive intoxicated head first into
a cat style slow blink.
Your hands would bleed from endless days,
Scrubbing floors to hide the stains.
Three kids hungry, three kids cold —
You broke yourself to keep us whole.
The cupboards echoed, barely fed,
But somehow we still had a bed.
He drank the money, smashed the walls,
Turned our nights to drunken brawls.
I heard you cry, I heard him yell,
I lived with you inside that hell.
You stood between his fists and me —
A shield I never thought I’d see.
No medals hang, no one applauds,
For nights you faced down all his flaws.
You took the blows so we’d survive,
The quiet war that saved our lives.
We’re grown now, Mum — and we are good,
Just like you prayed we always would.
Your hands still shake from what they’ve known —
But Mum, you never fought alone.